confession time, here’s what I got

You cut your hair and I fucking hate it. 

Today is the two year anniversary of my ex's overdose.

I wanna know if I'll ever love anyone as much as I loved her, enough to sit in the hospital on Christmas Eve, holding her hand as her brother paced in the hallway, trying to get a hold of their separated parents, trying to explain to their mother to come down from Green Bay, there's been an accident, please dad just call Fred if you're too drunk to drive. I loved her so much that my manic states rubbed off on her you see -- I did this, I'm to blame.

Ever since you've touched me I haven't been able to write. 

I meant every word when I said you didn't belong in my future.